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The 16th day of April 1853 is special in the Indian history. The day was a public holiday. At 3:30 pm, as the 21 guns roared together, the first train carrying Lady Falkland, wife of Governor of Bombay, along with 400 special invitees, steamed off from Bombay to Thane.

Ever since the engine rolled off the tracks, there have been new dimensions to the distances, relations and emotions. Abaseen Express, Khyber Mail and Calcutta Mail were not just the names of the trains but the experiences of hearts and souls. Now that we live in the days of burnt and non functional trains, I still have few pleasant memories associated with train travels. These memoirsare the dialogues I had with myself while sitting by the windows or standing on the doors as the train moved on. In the era of Cloud and Wi-fi communications, I hope you will like them.

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-Illustration by Mahjabeen Mankani/Dawn.com

The jurisdiction of Gujrat starts across the river, but the train actually takes a while to fall in love with this place. On descending into the plains, the rivers tend to expand so does the history. It no more rushes in a line but trots in the extended formation, much like the maniple formation of the Roman Armies, where many soldiers walk abreast. The area between the two rivers is hardly 40 miles, but the time here delinks itself from the distance and both travel this expanse in their own style.

Having passed Sarai Alamgir, the track crosses over the UJC or Upper Jhelum Canal. The canal is famous for its cold waters and feeds Chenab River through Jhelum River. The stations of Choa Karyala, Kharian, Chak Perana, move past with speed until the train stops at Lala Musa. The mesmerising diversity of Gujrat spell binds it and helplessly it parts. One of the lines moves past the stations of Karnana , Mandi Bahauddin and the battlefields of Chailianwala to reach Malakwal, another heads straight and crossing Bhimbher Nullah, reaches Gujrat.

Kharian is one of the major post colonial cantonments in the world. The post is imposing but its military inhabitants are not. The men in arms do not stay for too long in the military posts, so their association is only a big mosaic of smaller interactions. Kharian figures in small episodes in the memoirs of military men, much like the traditional Sindhi chequered cloth called Ralli that contains a patch from each region and color. Their stay at any garrison is short-lived like migratory birds, who only add color to the cosmos of an Eco system and as soon as it rains or shines enough they fly to other destinations, exciting at times and dangerous at others.

The construction of Garrison started in the early 50s, when Pakistan and America were led by few good men. It was the time when terminologies like “Do More” were not coined and people like Panetta fought against racism. The construction completed in 1958 and it added not to the military might of the infant nation but also to the construction companies which built the garrison. A local firm of one Muhammad Imam Din Janjua transformed (much during this development) to the trendy acronym of MIDJAC, a construction house which now furnishes a large clientele. After almost half a century, the American signatures can still be seen at places in Kharian. There are electric buttons, water supply systems and ventilators that open and shut the US way. To sum it up, the Garrison as a whole is a blend of Texan might and Gujrati humility.

Inside the gates of Kharian, it’s a different world; the never ending rush on GT road gives way to impeccable silence inside the cantonment. This serene ambiance is only disturbed by the futile urgency of the military vehicle. The engines grunt habitually to remind of their importance, in case somebody fails to notice. They mark their time from 8 to 2 and before its mid-day, the evening starts to set in. Veterans tell the story of Kharian being a heavily committed station ever since.

After the divide of religion, the second line was drawn on lingual basis and Bangladesh was born. The raging violence did manage to divide the tangibles but somehow the memories refused to be divided, they tend to multiply. On one of the visits, I came across a Bangladeshi military officer and he asked whether Kharian was still the busy military district. On being inquired, he told me about the cliché used by the Bangladeshi army “as busy as Kharian”.

The sun sets on the rainforest like garrison and the small groups of soldiers, young and old, sit around with teacups to talk about their homes, the happenings and the children they just don’t see growing. They have given up their homes for a greater cause. On the other side of the cantonment, a residential colony undergoes the same ritual at sunset. The lone occupants of the houses switch on the security lights and open the Skype windows to greet those who have given up their homes too. Throughout the year, Kharian remains enveloped in clouds and diaspora.

A road leaves Kharian and passing through Gulyana, moves to Daulat Nagar, a historical Mughal stop-over enroute to Kashmir. Somewhere in the vicinity, the historical village of Bhaddar lies unnoticed. An important pre-partition town where all communities lived peacefully, it had the history of almost four centuries. No one probably wants to remember that people lived peacefully so the village has been erased from collective memory.

Departing Kharian, the train passes by a series of high-end furniture shops. There was a time when these shops rented furniture to military officers posted in garrison. The changing economics have included other things in the rental list, so the shops have been transformed into furniture showrooms. The small eatery of Mian Ji which served the famous “Daal” is also a refined restaurant now, with conditioned halls that serve the non-resident community of the villages. Sabour, Thootha Rai Bahadur and Kotla Arab Ali Khan stands gracefully at a distance from the railway line, because of their historical arrogance.

The graveyard in Lala Musa is the resting place of artists who were once the lifeline of Pakistani music, Roshan Ara Begum, the Melody Queen and Alam Lohar. Roshanara Begum shifted to Lahore after falling in love with the police superintendent Muhammad Hussain and after partition settled in Lala Musa. Alam Lohar was another wonderful voice form Gujrat. He performed in front of Queen Elizabeth and was handed over a gold medal by Her Highness. His Jugni still captivates the Punjabi hearts throughout the world. All those who grew up in the fascinating world of Takhti and Qalam-Dawat, have special regards for Lala Musa. Before cyberspace and typing tutors took over the education system, writing with pen, made from straw, was an art. A powder that came in sachets was mixed with water to make the ink. The sole brand of this powdered ink was Charagh Roshnai, and the man behind Chiragh Roshnai, Mian Fazal Din, an avid academician himself, is also buried here. Graveyards, these days are probably the only places where men of art, craft and education can be found together.

Lastly, the story of Kharian which revolves around a shepherd and a king. An old shepherd met the defeated king, Humayun, on his way to Umarkot. The shepherd gave a pomegranate to Humayun and predicted the birth of a son. The king granted him a wish, to which Baba demanded a well. Humayun promised the well and inscribed his name on a parchment. After Akbar ascended the throne of India, he stopped in Kharian for the journey break. The same old shepherd met him and showed him the parchment. Immediately Akbar ordered the excavation of two wells. One of them provided water for irrigation and cattle and the other for human beings. These wells were named Eastern and Western wells. Both wells lasted for centuries but then caved to time. The ruins of the Eastern well existed till earlier last century but then it eroded. The railway track passes over a hillock on the way to Kharian, this is the presumable site of one of the wells. Occasionally, the tillers of the land would find a coin or a relic from the past but that does not happen anymore. The tillers and the landlords both have migrated to western farmlands. Those who had to till the land can now be seen selling souvenirs on the bridge of River Sein and those who owned these lands now run for pizza delivery in Italy. They gave up their homes for something that is not worth it. The quality of western life amazes them and the association with their eastern past haunts them. They have probably no place.

"Foxes have dens to live in, and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place even to lay his head."

Matthew 8:20

The author is a federal government employee.

The views expressed by this blogger and in the following reader comments do not necessarily reflect the views and policies of the Dawn Media Group.

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Pradeep

Aug 20, 2012 02:55pm

Kharian reminds me off Grand Trunk Road which connects Bangladesh, through India across Pakistan and to Afghanistan.
Hope someday this will be truly accessible for all to make distance shorter for places and people.

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Abdullah Khan

Aug 21, 2012 01:55pm

It is treat. Absorbing and " not takes a while to fall in love with" wonderful work. Loving it.

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HARIS ALI

Aug 21, 2012 10:35am

Nice work!

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Urooj Raza

Aug 23, 2012 10:57am

Beautifully written article.
Your articles show full light on these hidden but beautiful cities. Nice description and comprehensive sentences. Hasan I have lost your all contacts since my facebook account has been hacked. search me again as I have made new one.

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sureshmandan

Aug 28, 2012 08:45pm

They gave up their homes for something that is not worth it. These lines expresss a great thought. You write so well.....every line worth its weight in gold.

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Ehsan

Aug 24, 2012 07:34am

wow....hats off to Mr. Hassan I want to keep this article for my life. I'm from Kharian, I didn't know the some facts which the author has written. thanks Mr. Hasan

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Karachi Wala

Aug 20, 2012 03:10pm

Simply beautiful! I have never been to Kharian and yet I feel I am travelling with you. Used to love train travel and would knit stories of my own, thinking one day I would share with others. Thanks for doing a good job. Never thought we have such brains working for the Government.

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Essaar

Aug 20, 2012 06:10pm

Beautiful article.

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Tariq

Aug 20, 2012 07:01pm

Well narrated piece! As I hail from Lalamusa I connect well with the narration! Certainly true that from Kharian-Lalamusa-Gujrat and the surrounding areas nearly every family has someone that has migrated to the west, either to Europe or the USA. And due to foreign remittances' the price of building land in this locality is amongst the highest in Pakistan!

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zonaish

Aug 20, 2012 07:39pm

very beautiful and close to reality article.There is no mention of deona juliani railway station.People in the colony use skype as the evening starts is an excellent reference.Kharian is quite thoroughly discussed. A good article.

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Tariq

Aug 20, 2012 08:11pm

Well narrated piece! As I hail from Lalamusa I connect well with the narration! Certainly true that from Kharian-Lalamusa-Gujrat and the surrounding areas nearly every family has someone that has migrated to the west, either to Europe or the USA. And due to foreign remittances' the price of building land in this locality is amongst the highest in Pakistan!

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Nostalgic

Aug 20, 2012 11:29pm

Nostalgia.... oh my gosh....in late 60's and 70's we used to visit my grand parents in Jhelum. The journey to Jhelum via train was one of the most special thing that carved my memories like art on the rock. Sleepy villages, lines of few Tangas at railway crossing, Chai-wala at Kharian station, the mysteriously hills of Jhelum and majestic rivers of Chanab and Jhelum still haunts my memories plenteously. I assume the rail journey is no longer a romance in Pakistan like it used be in 60's and 70's. The first class dining car was the most amazing place for us kids. I still remember the fantastic taste of Chai and cake served in the dining car. Pakistan was an amazing place back then. The entire country was still very much in colonial era and everyone felt very safe back then.

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khatana1

Aug 21, 2012 04:58am

A very good article.Close to reality.The young have migrated to west because Pakpore in Lalamusa,Basco at Deona mandi employer for thousands of locals have closed their businesses. No new industry has come into existence. Tilling the land cannot afford education of your children and other living expenses.A very well written article.

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Chanda Khan

Aug 21, 2012 07:59am

A well structured article with imagination of past and realities of present. The artisitc style in which the author has explained the geography, culture and tradition is a reflection of his deep association with this land and people. Hope to have more such articles from him.

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Akhter Warriach

Aug 22, 2012 04:20am

I am a proud Gujrati, I enjoyed this article very well.

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Haider

Aug 22, 2012 07:28am

Beautifully written and immensely absorbing as always.

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Imran

Aug 22, 2012 09:10am

Really loved it. I am from Kharian and went to school in the Cantonment. Very accurate description. The ex-landowners really do sell pizza in Italy now. One of the wells of Mughal times however is directly in the centre of Kharian city and is still present. We were told that the word Kharian comes from the fact that the water in the wells was "hard" i.e. khara pani. The diaspora from Kharian are spread all over and are industrious people. 80 percent of the Pakistanis in Norway are from Kharian.